Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spend it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
Lou Reid RIP
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spend it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
Lou Reid RIP
Howling wind lashing rain against the windows, the Thames whipped up and crashing against the floor. A perfect afternoon to savour the surroundings, from the cosy interior, contemplate the history of 1620, with a charming companion in the Mayflower hostelry in Rotherhithe.
Survived, perhaps there is a god, a near miss, flashes of a past life! Two brown eyes, relieved we are still alive! A future bright, live for now. A quiet day, contemplative, thoughtful, good to have someone special.
If the press was the fourth estate I suppose it follows that blogs, tweets, and indeed electronic leaks are the fifth. Excellent film, unusual in the sense that the characters depicted are in the prime of their lives. I look forward to the sequel when both Julian Assange and Alan Rusbridger are contemplating the sixth!